August 17, 2013

Forget Not The Memorable Night, Unplanned Yet Historic. Two Different Soul Apart From Different Mindset And Not Conclusive To One Direction Yet There We Are, Combined Forces Under The Oath Of A Promise, Unbroken. As We Spill Beans, We Bond. As We Talk, We Shared. As We Laugh, We Enjoyed. Every Second Counts, But I Don't Need Forever As Long As I Have That As A Memory.

We Both Suffered, That Was Agreed Upon. We Both Crumble, That Was Unavoidable. We Both Thrive Over The Pain, That Was Endured. Separately, Yet Back On Top, Rise Higher And Better. We Feel The Pain, And What Damage Its Done, We Overcome, Not Fully But Damaged Good. Yet Here We Again, Back Again With Brand New Spirit. We Shared A Bad Memory, Not Together Per Say, But A Decision Was Made, Never Ever We Will Let Distance Take Its Toll On Us, Ever Again. That Was Mutual, Not To Each Other But A Promise To Oneself.

You.Me.The Moments.Magical.Insane

It Doesn't Have To Take 2 Years Or 4 Months To Know That We Are Meant For Each Other. The Identical Pieces That Fit Perfectly But Long Lost To Be Joined. Until The Joyful Experience Arrived, No Sooner Than Later.It Takes 6 Hours For Both Of Us To Realise What Was In Front Of Us. The Chemistry Is Nothing, Because The Moment Is What Really Count. Right There, The Magic Happened. All It Take Is One Bold Action, And Everything Fall Into The Right Place. The Moment, Is Something We Will Take It To The Bank In The End.

You.Me.The Promise. Amorousness. Forever.

A Deal Was Struck. A Moment Had Been Seized. Live The Life We Had For The Limited Time We Had. All It Takes Was 5 Days To Connect. 2 Days To Realize. And The Rest Of The Period To Cherish. All Together We Have 27 Days, 13 Gone, 14 To Go. Because On The 28 Days, We Promise To End Thing Peacefully And When Our Separate Way, Since Distance Is One Sucky Bitch.

Counting The Day We Had. Live For The Moment We Had. Do Crazy Stuff We Had. Sit Down, Chill And Talk We Had. Holding Hand For Half An Hour Without Saying One Word We Had. Bitch To Each Other About Some Shits In Our Life We Had. Avoid The Police Together We Had.

When The Dust Settled, We Had Our Fun. And We Gonna Continue Having Fun For The Next 14 Days. After That, Shit Just Got Real. We Make A Promise To Each Other. Unbreakable Oath. On The Day 28, We Will Put It To An End. Thats A Promise I'm Willing To Take. Will You? Can You? The Cards On The Table, Its Your Move.

You.Me.The Conclusion.Everlasting.Perfect

For The Brand New Phase, On The Next Chapter, We Choose To Be A Complete Stranger. It Sound Stupid Yes, But We Are Both Crazy Ain't We? Because Nothing Else Matters. We Both Been Burned Before, We Know How This Will End, How Fuck Up Shits Gonna Get, So We Choose Not To Get Down The Messy Road. We Had Found A Loophole For The Hellhole.We Make A Pact To End Thing Even Even Things Are At The Very Best, Because We Both Know How Its Gonna End If We Choose To Fight The Cause, Why Should We? In The End, Yes We Will Be Stranger, But We Got Something Bigger, Better. An Everlasting Memory That Forever Will Last, UnTarnishable, Perfect. Hurt? I Seriously Don't Know. Ask Me Again In 15 Days, But As For Right Now, Its Going Great. Live For The Moment, To The Fullest And Worry About The Future Not. One Thing I Do Know, Out Of Thus Craziness, I Had Something Beautiful To Hold On To Down The Road In The Future When Life Decides To Throw Me Lemons. Just One Thing I Ever Hope For Is That You Will Keep Your Words, Your Promise. If Not, This Will Ended Up Being Just Another Bad Memory We Really Wanna Erase From Our Mind. Keep Your Words Please, As I Will Keep Mine And Forever We Will Be Everlasting-ly Perfect.

Thanks For The Advice, But You're Not In My Position, You Don't Walk In My Shoes. You Haven't Cross The Lines Of Appropriateness That People Claimed To Be The Breaking Point, Yet Somehow Manage To Pull Through. No, You Haven't Seen It All, The Dark Side Of The World, The Potential Of Armageddon Which Itself Is A Ticking Time-Bomb Waiting To Seized It Moment.

Don't Try To Put It On Me, The Blame Might Be Mine To Hold But These Hands As Bloody As Everyone Else's. I Tried, Goddamn It, I Did Put My Best To Shine The Light, Not To The Life Itself, But Mine Alone. Everyday I Put A Fake Smile To The People I Hate, Laugh At The Jokes That Ain't Freaking Funny, Show Me Sympathy To Those Who Don't Deserve Yet Here I Am, Deep In The Darkness Without Any Breathing Space, Same As Them Losers Who Never Even Tried To Be Good.

June 25, 2013

Never Say Never, As I Always Say Never Give Up Never Surrender.No, Yes!

Things Standstill Unless I Make It Move, Why? I Don't. I Did Half The Shits I'd Done Because I Felt Its Right For That Moment. Do You Think I Don't Feel It Too? I'm Afraid For The Mistakes I Made, For The Confession I Threw. My Nature Resolve Around Making People Happy, Especially You. I'll Do Anything To Make You Happy.

I'm The Idiot. I'm On The Wrong Side Of Track. No, I'm The Idiot.

Yes, We Choose This. We Want This. Stay Here, Still No Need To Move,That's The Promise. For That, I Ought To Say Sorry For Making All The Shits Real. Again, We Feel What We Feel, I Say What I Want If I Think Its Right For The Moment, If Its Not, I'll Pay The Price. Things About Me, The Move I Push Something, The Stronger It Get. Sucks Right?

I'm The Idiot. I'm On The Wrong Side Of Track. No, I'm The Idiot.

Sorry Is Not Appropriate Here? Why Should You, Ain't Your Fault. Just Be Honest As Always. Nothing Should Ever Change.

There Is None, I Get That.

None.

Yes, We Been Living In Fantasy, But Isn't That The Point? Because Reality Sometimes To Shitty, We Need A Safe Haven To Feel Happy.

Pain? Times Thousand, Thats How I Feel Because I On The Wrong Side Here. There's Nothing, There's Should Be Nothing. It's Okay, It's Allright.

How Far We've Come? Where Do We Go From Here?

Get What I Can Get Or Leave Anything? Gotcha.

Here, In This So Called Zone, Is What Make Me Happy. No String Attached.

June 20, 2013

An Unstoppable Record That Keep On Playing Reminding That The Darkness Is For Eternity. There's No Escaping It, As It Is A Prison Itself, Without Any Glimpse Of Hopes Dare To Enter. You Can Try, But No Light Ever Come Down To The Deep End As This Is The Last Pit Stop Of The Journey For Any Trusting Man. This Is A No Man Island, The Lost Cause's Paradise Where People Gather And Walk Through With Their Happy Life, Yet I Am Still Stuck Between Staying Down A Loser, Or Picking Myself Up As A Broken Man. Tried And Still Trying To Leave. Successful Broke My Way Out Yet There's Still Some Missing Pieces. Maybe I Left It In The Darkness, Or Maybe Just Too Damn Scare To Open The Locked Door To Find It.The Key Is In My Hand, But This Cowardice Hand Is Still Shaking From The First Knocked Out Blow, It Left Me Pissing My Pant To Even Open The Door, Let Alone Going Inside To Pick Up The Missing Pieces. What A Coward, What A Loser.

The Present

Glancing At All The Changes That Past By As I Am A Rusty Blade Trying To Sharpen My Tool. Still Trying To Keep Up With The Pace, Yet Still The Last One To The Finish Line. Never Give Up, Never Surrender. Yeah Right, That's The Spirit Boy! Keep Telling Yourself That, Maybe Someday You'll Believe It, As Everyone Else Fool Enough To Eat Your Word. Maybe Its Never Been About Not Giving Up, Maybe All That Matters Is You Trying Your Damnest To Even Take Part. Yet Some Say Participation Trophy Suck Ass. Whatcha Aiming For? A Beautiful Swansong That You Might Tell Your Children About? The Conquest Of Love That Once Kick Your Loin And Hurt You So Effing Bad, You Became A Sore Coward? And Now You Willing To Give It Another Go? Is That What This All About? This Is The "Now" Time, Yet Here You Are Asking All This "What If" Questions. Questions That You Yourself Too Freaking Afraid To Know The Answers. Is This About Retribution And Redemption? No. This Is About Participating. Be A Good Sport And Support The Game Of Life That So Popular Everyone Have A Chance To Win It. But You Are Rusty, You Said So Yourself, So Why Bother? Is It A Practice Run? Yes, Maybe It Is. A Beta Trial Before You Unleash Your True Power, Your Full Capabilities On Conquering And Owning The Game. But, Why This Feel The Same Like Before? Why All The Flashback Keep On Rolling Before Me Eyes? Is This An Indication Of What They Say, "History Might Repeat Itself". If So, Why Are You Still Here? Run Bitch Run. Don't Stay, Why Hurt Yourself Even More? Remember, You Ain't Perfect, You Ain't Fully Recover. You Are Still, And Maybe Forever Will Be, A Broken Man.

The Future

Never Been The Guy With A Plan Yet The Hope For An Happy Ending Is Still Burning. "Live For The Moment" But The Present Itself Full Of Uncertainty And The Past Is Too Damn Scary. So How Come You Still Holding On To The Dream Of Happiness? Does It Really Exist Or Is Just Another "White Lies" Everybody Keep On Saying To Keep People At Bay Of Calmness Since Nobody Want Chaos To Run Its Money. But I See Through The Lies. I Know The Real Deal. Happiness Is A Myth, No Matter What Everyone Say. So Why Take The Step Into This So Called Fantasy Zone? is This The Place Where People Find Their Charm Of "Pick Me Up" Bracelets? So The Future Itself A Zone Of Uncertainty. So Where Is The Save Haven? The Place Of Paradise Where People Are Genuinely Happy? So? If My Thought Ever Reach This Place, What Should I Do? This Is The Place With Full Of Unanswered Question , So Why Do I Wanna Stay Here? Maybe I Can Take A Step Back, Snap Back Into Reality And Warp Myself Back To The Present. But I Don't Belong In The Present. Its A Fancy New Place, With People Learning New Tricks? How Can I, An Old Dog, Survive? Yeah Yeah, They Say Old Dog Can Learn A New Trick, But Does It Really That Easy? So What Now? Go All The Way Back To The Past? No No No. I'm Still Having Nightmares About That Place, Don't Ever Make Me Go Back There. I Was A Survivalist, Trying To Stay Alive, Never Really Living. But I Don't Belong In The Present, Its Too Confusing, And I Don't Wanna Be Here In The Future, Its Scarier. So Where Do I Belong? Please, Somebody Please Help Me Out!

May 1, 2013

Hey, You Can Act All Tough But Your Words Are See Through. You Said You Will Burn The House Down But You Can't Even Lit The Match. Parading To The Preachers That You The Kind Of Bringing Nuclear Bomb To Fist Fight, Killing All Innocent And Sacrificing Yourself For The Ounce of Recognition That You Are A Man Of Your Own Words. Who Are You Kidding? When The Smoke Clear, Yet There You Are Standing By Yourself Regretting All Your Past Sins But Do Nothing To Perfect Yourself. Your Action Never Speaks Louder To No Words, Only A Menagerie Of Misery On The Stage Of Deception. Screaming Your Lung Out At The Edge Of World's Corner Where No One Will Ever Hear Your Silent Cry, Just The Way You Like It. You Want People To Believe That You The One Of The Kind, The Savior Of The Light, But You Do Wrong As Easy As You Write A Sweet Poem. Who Are You Kidding? Maybe People Did See Right Through Your Lies, But Turned Away Anyhow Because To Them, You Don't Matter. Just Another Pariah Trying To Fit In, Thriving In His Own Fantasy Yet So Far For Reality. A Typical Loser Who Living His Pathetic Life Trying To Gain Courtesy, Yet Easily Break Like A Crush Melon On Sunny Day. "Time Will Heal The Pain But The Scars Remain". Keep Telling Yourself That, As It Ring Truth To No One, Except The Demon That Lies Within, Calling All The Shots And Making All The Moves As He Reign Control As The One Puppet-Master. As Tough As It Comes, Life Is A Bitch! So What? Need Somebody To Hold Your Hair While You Puke You Heart, Sissy? Doesn't Matter, The End Is Here. See That You Never Miss The Ride Because There's No One Better To Enjoy The Scenery Of Losing Hope Than Yourself. Confused? It's Just A State Of Mind. There's Nothing In The End, Only A Flashback Of Destruction That Once You Enjoyed So Fucking Much! Just One Thing, Make Sure You Do Go Out With A Bang!

September 29, 2012

What society perceived as beautiful might be a majority belief but that doesn't mean it is from the view of all. Say what you want, believe what it is, follow as the perception lies down and take its toll, some people, the one that considered to be the "Society Rejects" might beg the differ. What make the majority supreme over the minor? What is it about perception of the many that belittled the one who think differently? Maybe they are right, it is safer to just follow the flow rather than turn and go the other way around instead of following your true belief and go against the mass. The thing about following your fighting heart is that it will always lead us toward the destruction of our self because our thought is just different from the rest of the obedience "monkeys in the suit".

Tale a look at all these girls. Do you believe that they are beautiful in their own way? Most will say otherwise. Just by looking at their differences in a way they present them self, these girl will never be put in the running for Miss Universe since society have a different idea of the definition of beauty. With all that tattoos, the striking hair colours, the piercing on the lips, the mind of the masses already labelled them as "The Outcasts". Is that what they all are? Rejected by the false entitlement just because they are different from what the majority want as the representative of beautiness? Say what you want, some of us, even though our numbers are small, we praise these girl for being different because it what separate them from the packs. It is what make them special in they own way even others don't believe so.

Maybe WE (the different breeds) will never fit in the so called perfect society but we will never back down. Just because we are not who the rest of the world want us to be, that doesn't break us or bring us down because no matter what, our belief stand on its own, our voices make some noise even though its seldomly heard. Maybe we will never even make our mark in the map of history but we know that we at least tried. Try to be who we want, not following the trend of social setting that set for us, instead of doing that, we follow our heart and goes with our day.It might not mean anything but to us, its everything we have. Hey you, yeah I am talking to you the rest of the world! You can kick us down, break us apart but you will never take away our freedom or our choices. Because in the end, we know that at least we make our own choices even though it might be the cause of our fall down.

August 7, 2012

All It Takes Are Just Some Courage And Guts To Walk The Path of The Unknown. It May Lead You Ashtray But You'll Never Really Know As It May Lead You To The Path Of Greatness. All It Really Take Are Just Bold And Risky Move In Order To Gain Something far Beyond Imagination. Will You Do It? Will You Step Up To The Plate To Seize Your Opportunity? And If It Is Truth That It Is Nothing More Than Goose Egg Chase, Will You Stop And Never Leave Your Comfort Zone Ever Again? Will It Really Be That Hard To Raise Up And Take The Matter Into Your Own Hand?

July 5, 2012

Most People, Girls Especially Thought That Every Guys Are Emotionally Invincible. The Thing Is, We Are Not. Trust Me When I Say This, Most Guys Will Denied Being A Sappy Emotional But It Is The Truth. The Only Different Between Sexes Is That Guys Don't Show Their Emotion For The View Of The World, They Keep It Bottle Up, Hold It All Imbalancely With A Cork To Cover It All Up, And Guest What, Once The Dam Is Broken, All Hell Will Break Loose. This Is Not A Warning Of What Might Come, Just A Constant Reminder. Hurting In The Guy's Playbook Means A Way To Somehow Avoid The Real Deal By Faking Up Positive Emotion Such As Being The Funny Guy. Well Guess What, The Funniest Guy You Know Its The Loneliest Guy There Is. The Only Way For Them To Shun Away The Evil Idea Of Being Alone Is To Fake The Happiness, A Show For Everyone To Feed Upon. The Truth Remain Silence In The Dark, The Unstoppable Damnation Of Being Hurt.

Well The Idea If Truth Itself Is A Grey Area, But Here Is What I Can Tell. Yes, I Am Still Hurt. The Fact That You Left Me Hanging During My Darkest Hour, Kills It Even More. Imagine A Knife That Cut Through Flesh, Times A Thousand. That Not Even Close To What You'd Done To Me. "That's Eight Month Of My Life I'm Not Getting Back. A Beautiful Letdown Led To Meaningful Life Lesson." That The Pipe Dream I Kept Telling Myself Whenever The Silly Thought Of Doing Something Dumb Cross My Mind. Hey, A Bro Can Dream Right? Even though It Is Not A Fairytale Ending Dream But Whatever That Get Me Through The Night. I Take What I Can Get. Maybe What The Real Lesson Is That The Girl That You Thought You'll Be Walking Down The Aisle With At The Very End Is Not Suppose To Be Who She Is If She Broke Your Heart In The Middle Of The Journey. That's The Awful Lesson I Take From You, From Us.

I Am Man Enough, Or At Least I Thought I Was, But I Sure Can Take It Like A Man. But, Why Should You Left Me Drowning Like That? Just Put A Gun To My Head, And Pull The Trigger And End My Miserable Life, But I Guess You Don't Have The Guts To Do That Huh? You Rather Let Me Be You Puppylove Puppet That You Can Toyed Around And Toss. A Plaything, That's What I Am. Well Screw You Bitch. A Puppylove Puppet Is A Tame Beast In Cage Waiting For The Moment To Seized. And Lucky For You, I Never Had The Chance To Claw You In Your Back. If The Table Turn And Time Reversed, That Is Exactly What I'm Going To Do.

So There It Is. The Confession Of A Psyche, A Broken Machine In The Form Of Flesh Madman, A Thing Called A Guy. Like It Or Not, I Am Still Hurting And There Nothing In This Globely World Can Fill The Hole You Left In My Pumping Heart. A Scar Remained Unhealed, That What Left Pumping My Blood From My Vein To My Brain. Thanks Again Bitch.